I adopted my cat, Febe, in March. The good people of Puro Gato rescued her from a marina in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, and the equally good people of Angel of Hope Rescue flew her 2,236 miles to Minneapolis to find her a forever home (you can read about Puro Gato's mission and the Gotta Getta Gato initiative on Pause 4 Paws' website).
Febe's seen about four veterinarians since her initial rescue in Mexico. Aside from being diagnosed with feline herpesvirus (an upper respiratory infection of the nose and throat in cats), Febe was healthy as, well, a cat-- until recently.
Febe suddenly had a ravenous appetite and a growing potbelly. When I found blood in her stool, a Google search confirmed my suspicion: worms. I took her to the pet ER immediately because ew, ew, ew. The vet, who diagnosed her with an intestinal tapeworm infection, gave her a shot and sent us on our way.
When I went to clean her litter box that night, I saw the dead tapeworms coiled around her poo, and I lost my $#!t.
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